text_original: I did not despise the olive trees, the warm sun, the pine scent, all those material things which had made him so thick and strong; I did not despise the golden, tenuous imaginings which the trees and rocks and sea were starting in my own spirit.
text_transcription: I DID NOT DESPISE THE OLIVE TREES THE WARM SUN THE PINE SCENT ALL THOSE MATERIAL THINGS WHICH HAD MADE HIM SO THICK AND STRONG I DID NOT DESPISE THE GOLDEN TENUOUS IMAGININGS WHICH THE TREES AND ROCKS AND SEA WERE STARTING IN MY OWN SPIRIT
phonemes: aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt dᵻspˈaɪz ðɪ ˈɑːlɪv tɹˈiːz, ðə wˈɔːɹm sˈʌn, ðə pˈaɪn sˈɛnt, ˈɔːl ðoʊz mətˈɪɹiəl θˈɪŋz wˌɪtʃ hæd mˌeɪd hˌɪm sˌoʊ θˈɪk ænd stɹˈɔŋ; aɪ dɪdnˌɑːt dᵻspˈaɪz ðə ɡˈoʊldən, tˈɛnjuːəs ɪmˈædʒɪnɪŋz wˌɪtʃ ðə tɹˈiːz ænd ɹˈɑːks ænd sˈiː wɜː stˈɑːɹɾɪŋ ɪn maɪ ˈoʊn spˈɪɹɪt.